Thu 1 Oct - Day 17: Burgos to Hornillos Del Camino 21km

308km walked. 477km left to walk.

Leaving Burgos early at 7am to conquer the meseta. The meseta has a harsh reputation including avoiding walking through there in the middle of the day if you can. 

For the uninitiated, the meseta, the tablelands crossing parts of northern Spain, are a long stretch of nothingness including no facilities, no fuentes and no shade. The guide books recommend bring plenty of water and cover yourself from the sun. 

The western exit out of Burgos was a lot nicer than the eastern entrance two days ago. However, the walk out of Burgos soon turned into a bit of wasteland, where little of value grew and new motorways and roads were built. 
At 8.30am, me and the Camino crossed this autovia. There really wasn't many cars down there. Burgos never came across as a prosperous town. 
The Camino Road to Santiago is not always glamorous. 
There was however a bit of interesting graffiti / street art along the way. 
The road leading into Tarjados had this interesting piece of Camino art made out of a piece of stone. Different and well done. 
The Camino team I travelled with had a late breakfast in Tarjados. I had an Americano, a tortilla espanol and a croissant. All was very tasty. 
The "fracking no" graffiti is visible all along the Camino. Fracking is defined as follows:
    Fracking is the process of drilling down into the earth before a high-pressure water mixture is directed at the rock to release the gas inside. Water, sand and chemicals are injected into the rock at high pressure which allows the gas to flow out to the head of the well.
Soon after Tarjados, the meseta started. 
Well, the meseta didn't feel that much different from a hike in many parts of Australia. It definitely was not a hot day.  Almost cool. 

In fact, it was very pleasant to walk the meseta today. Or at least walk as far as we walked today, to Hornillos Del Camino. Tomorrow there will be more of the meseta. 
Sure, some parts of the meseta looked like a moonscape. Good luck in getting anything to grow here. Other than rocks. 
The town of Hornillos del Camino suddenly appeared down in a valley. 
With me boneheading the photo. 
Several albergues were situated just inside the town's border and several pilgrims enjoyed a cool beer outside of them in the middle of the day. Why not?
Arriving at the albergue for the night called "Meeting Point". Great mural. 
"Meeting Point" albergue had very nice grassed backyard with chairs and tables for socializing although it did get a bit hot there later in the afternoon. 
There was also a washing machine and clothes lines which I took advantage of, to get the rest of my gear clean.   
Gulp... A selfie. 
A study of pilgrim / albergue life. 
A visit to the supermercado revealed clocks with current time around the world. Including Melbourne, Australia. 
That brought a tear to my eye. 

The food offer at "Meeting Place" was too good to refuse:
Yes. the paella looked pretty good. 
Reasonably good food but what a rowdy crowd. Lots of wine. 

OK. I may not have been totally quiet myself. 
Many of the fellow pilgrims continued to the pub afterwards but I called it a day. Every chance to get absolutely smashed. I thought the better of that and at 8.30pm finished this blog for the day. Good night. 

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